Please post your entries for the story-telling literature competition here.

All entries must be in English and 800-1000 long.

Good luck!

Prizes:
1st prize: 40 gold, Assassin's Battle Axe, Celebration Punch
2nd prize: 15 gold, 3 green Demon Cubes, Celebration Punch
3rd prize: 5 gold, a soft toy of your choice, Celebration Punch

Entries must be original. Any plagarised entries will be disqualified.

LOG ENTRY FAEO

Log Entry #1,
Our whole lives we have faced nothing but pain – something we have come to embrace. We were brought unto a world where death would have been accepted as a gift. To have been free of such anger and strife was a dream beyond anything we could comprehend. Yes, death was something we could and would never comprehend.
Us, the people of Faeo, have dreamt of other realms where peace could have been found – somewhere far away from the war the cursed dragons had brought upon us. It was a lost cause; yet, it was a cause we could never let go of. We were made to fight - as pawns, mere sacrifices. Both races, both humans and magmars had no choice but to follow the words of what we thought to be gods.

Log Entry #2,
It has finally become apparent that there is no other way. The dragons have long since been gone, though their bodies still cover the ground as a dreadful reminder of our past. However, without the dragons – as terrible as they were – we are now vulnerable. The strain of the wars has finally become us. We are immortal, and so the plague in our minds cannot put us out of our misery. We’d rather it did. Those who had their own free will taken from them then and there, those who can do nought but battle the invisible enemy that was themselves, those that are now gone to us. We no longer consider them as among the living.

Log Entry #3,
The land is no longer fertile for any crops and only few dying plants remain. We are living off of what we have stored and we all know that what is there won’t last. None of us are afraid of death. What I am afraid of is how the hunger will affect us. We have all been warriors sometime in our lives. We have all lived through the pain of starvation, but we knew it wouldn’t last forever. Now when we are weakest, we see the truth. We cannot outlive time; we cannot imagine staying sane if this keeps up. They tell us to pray, to keep hoping…what we considered gods are now gone, we no longer have hope…we no longer know what hope is.

Log Entry #4,
The mages are up to something. They no longer wander the streets aimlessly. Now they walk with their heads always a little higher, their shoulders less tense. It seemed like a long lost memory in a foreboding world. Some of them have even taken the time and effort to once again don their previous uniform. Pandrik is also seen quite often as well. The forests probably have more than we do so why he keeps coming to the city, I have no idea, but I do know whatever it is, it needs to happen now.


Log Entry #5,
It’s all gone. The storehouses all empty.
It won’t be long now.

Log Entry #6,
There was a magmar raid yesterday. From what I’ve seen, they’re doing no better than we are. They must have believed we had some supplies left. There wasn’t much for them to see, much less take.
I’m not sure about everything the magmars managed to ruin but the central library was devastated. Of course, I doubt anything in it could have helped us. Rumours had it that a simultaneous assault on Virigyia happened as well. If the library at Wirgold was burnt, this diary may be one of the last few remnants that we have of our past…

Log Entry #7,
I feel like I’m on fire with every extra step I take. There’s no way this can go on.
We had moved out from the city a couple days before. It was a desperate move. At the moment, we are all too weak to defend ourselves from anything, but it was necessary. The City Square was a wasteland. Hopefully there’s something out here that can save us.

Log Entry #8,
Determined, we had trekked all the way to Freedom Steppe. It was our best bet being the previous primary fishing site. To have thought this area was once bustling with life.
It was my first meal in about a month. That measly Moon Carp was as scrawny as it could get, but when you’re starving like this, anything goes.

Log Entry #9,
With renewed vigour I write this. The mages have called a meeting at their capital, Daylight Square. The walk there will be little better than the one before, but at least now, we have something to wonder about.

Log Entry #10,
My first though was from seeing all the remaining survivors grouped in one area. It was a sorry sight. We were once a proud race that brought forth generation of heroes. Now, we could have been seen as the lowest of the low.
The mages of course, didn’t call us here for mourning over our losses. Actually, they instead gave us a chance. They had come up with a way to enter objects into what they call “empty space”. They hope that if they could send a message, possible many messages, into this “space” it could drift in time to another world. With the message they would place a portal, and hopefully help would come.
This will be my last entry in this log. I have been asked by the guards to place this into the casket though I’m sure I would have done so anyways. Maybe help will come, maybe it never will. I just know, that the prospect of having hope is welcome. Also, I was chosen to take part in an envoy to the magmars. Many people now believe that our only chance of survival lay with the magmars as theirs lay in us. I take off tomorrow, and so will this log. Like I said, maybe help will come and maybe it won’t.

Word Count - 991 XD

this is my version for the history of the kretchbutcher.....
As long as even the oldest magmars and humans can remember, the kretches have been there. They were so many, that could easyli have been a danger for the two races, but as they were foolish, hungry and stupid, it was never a real challenge to beat them when the kretches started a attack on one of the villages.
But suddenly all changed....
The kretches still attacked, but now it seems as if the defenders had to fight a completely new enemy than before...Now the kretches were armored, guided by some kind of commander and even had some sort of strategy....What had changed them so much? I will tell it to you......
It all started with an ordinary kretch, angry,hungry and idiotic, searching for food in the gigantic labyrinth of the kretches lair, in which even today the kretches have not discovered all tunnels.
Hungry as the little kretch was he departed far from the well known and high settled regions of the lair.
The little kretch came to a wide, empty and dark hall, only two points of red light was there.
Even the kretch noticed that the "red lights" in front of him were eyes and suddenly he remembered that another kretch, a very old one, had told about a gigantic spider living in the deepths of the lair.......
The kretch begann to run, but the gloomy red eyes came nearer and nearer and then suddenly he fell down and felt the pain of a hard impact.
But this hole had saved his life, because the gigantic spider was not able to get in and even luckier for the little kretch, it was not just a hole, right in front of him was a tunnel leading away from this monster and maybe to something to eat to.
The tunnel was a very short one and soon the kretch reached a little room, which was filled of a strange glow. The glow came from the mittle of the room, there was an altar and on it a potion from which the light was coming.
"At least something to drink", the kretch thought, took the potion and started to drink.
There was no real taste and the disappointed kretch threw the bottle away as he suddenly felt something happen.
In the bottle there had been the essence of a long forgotten evil god, waiting for some body to overtake and begin to conquer the world again.
But the god was not prepared to control the kretch, who simply had no real brain and so he was not able to bring himself back completely all he could do was to form a new avatar of himself with the body of this kretch.
The kretch started to grow, his body, his muscles, even his intelligence.
He was no kretch and he was no god, he was something new.
With his new abillity to think the creature started to speculate what have happened to it. The part of the evil god in him remembered of being in this bottle for long and so the creature could guess that the god and his former body has transformed to one.
Then he started to think about a way to get out of this hole and escape from the gigantic spider right over him. But even with his new intelligence he could not thought of a way to defeat such a monster and so decided to try it like every other kretch would had: Being faster than the spider.
He walked back to the hole in which he fell down.
In his new body he was big enough to reach the exit without problems but still not to big for getting through the hole. He started to climb and soon he got out of the hole.
The spider was already waiting for him.
To his luck, the fragil ground of the hall was not strong enough to hold the weight of the spider and his new body and so the ground broke.
With enourmos jump the kretch escaped on more safe ground but the spider fell. Of course the spider was able to get out of the hole soon but in this time the kretch had already reached the exit of the hall and the spider could not hunt him anymore.
The kretch came back to the regions with other kretches and suddenly he got a awareness of his dominance about them. They were so little and he now was twice as big.
The kretch soon managed not only to become the leader of all the kretches in the lair, but to become their first king.
Under his leadership the kretches learned to form new and better weapons and to fight tactically. The raids to the villages were no longer unplaned robberis, but organised and successful assaults.
The kretch/god himself only fought at the first of this raids and killed so many defenders that his new name became the kretch butcher.
As long as he live the kretches will be a serious danger for the humans and magmars and as he has a part of a god in him, he probably will not die just because of passing time.
If there there is no hero to stand him, Feo races will be annihilated soon....

Thanks for reading

Interviewing Gizedor

Once a little girl went to Gizedor’s place. She just brought a tape recorder with her. She was quite able to translate Gizedor’s confusing language into a simple understandable language. With a quite swift movement, she slipped through ruins and made it to Gizedor’s.
Gizedor was sitting on a BIG chair. One of his head was drinking *something* from a HUGE goblet while another head was nibbling on a quite BIG Atshi Bat cookies. His club was sitting against the wall beside him. A HUGE pile of Demon Dog fur together with balls of yarn, a spinning wheel and a half-made carpet was on the other side. At the other corner was a collection of flickering crystals.
Gizedor stood up on hearing the little girl’s small steps outside and allowed her to get in. He asked the little girl to sit on one of his BIG chair which the only way to sit on it for the girl was to climb it. The girl then gave some fur to Gizedor along with a baby Atshi Bat which he accepted happily.

“What are you up to, young girl? Interviewing me? That’s so brave of you came here unarmed just for an interview! Well, that sounds interesting. Thank you for the Atshi Bat, it will be tasted very good! Want some Atshi cookies? Are you sure? Alright then.
“So what do you want me to talk about? Myself? that will not be interesting to your readers. Are you sure? Will they understand? Oh, so you will translate my speech. Up to you then.
“Let’s begin with name. It’s Gizedor. I am often called two-headed *monster*. But I don’t like to be called *monster*. I am a *creature*, two-headed *creature*. I’m a strange creature, many have said. Actually I’m not stranger than Arboris the living plant or the three-headed Cerberus which live in hell.
“I live in this ruin, as you have known. this place was a mess, so I tried to tidy it up a bit. Now it’s a cozy homy place for me, but I decided to ask warriors who came here to bring me some Demon Dog fur. It’s soft and nice for making carpet! As I always busy, by now the carpet is still unfinished. Why I don’t ask someone else to do? Well, I live so far from any settlement so it would spend all my time walking.
“My club? It’s a long story. I love my club more than any weapon in all Faeo. Give me any weapon and I’ll choose my club instead. Clubs are weak, some said, but MY club have a long, most heart-touching story you ever heard. it will make your article to be very-very long, so let’s put it aside. maybe if we have another time talking like this later?
“My love of flickering crystal...began once I saw it somewhere. It was shiny and can made rainbow without rain! Bow? Don’t play tricks with me. This crystal was impressing me so much! So I began to collect it. Nothing can be compared with this small flickering crystal. Yes, it is bit expensive but I pay anyone that bring it to me worthy. They can choose one of those three shirts. You do want one? Well, bring me the crystal and you can choose one which you like!
“What I feel of people? Well, they are *quite* nice, I think. Everyone came here only for quest, both Humans and Magmars. They are all here admiring my strength and beauty, har-har-har! Narsism? Some Human said that it is a syndrome or illness, but it is really fun! No illness that is fun, so narsism is not illness!
“But when I eardrop on what they say outside, they said that I am monster! They said, ‘What a scary monster!’ and ‘Will he eat the bat alive?’ Goodness no! I have cooked the bats into different cuisine! Kebab, soup even salad! And just now I made some Atshi Bat cookies! *ahem* Sorry for being rude.
“The most hated quote? Well, it’s when someone say I am stupid. Actually I am quite smarter than another *creature*. I just speak in another language they don’t know! Is that wrong? There are a lot of languages in the world that even the Hall of Languages will be overload if they are all in it!
“Or maybe because I make my own carpet and don’t just buy it at a store. Well, I’m a bit egoist. I need quality. When I just buy it at the store, I don’t know how the carpetmaker made it! So I decide to make it myself. I’m not stupid. I’m smart.
“Praise I ever heard? Barely one dare to talk to me and I rarely show up, so no praise I ever heard. I do praise myself, actually.
“Where I came from? Shouldn’t that be the first question? Are you a bit afraid? Har-har-har! Be afraid! Har-har-har! Never mind. Actually I don’t remember where I came from. I, kind of, lost-my-childhood-memory. Like that amnesia thing. All I remember is I live by myself in this ruin. Or maybe I never be a kid before? Who knows?
“Message for the reader. I...don’t think so. Okay, alright. Well, the message should be...treat me the way you want to be treated. Don’t mock me, bring me my order and the reward is yours. I think I don’t want to say things.
“Thanks to you too. Are you really want to go home now? Without tasting this yummy Atshi cookies? Do you want to take one home with you? No?! Are you sure? Okay then. Take care! Wish you luck.

The girl sneaked out Gizedor’s place after said goodbye. Then she quietly went home and worked all night long writing and translating Gizedor’s speech. The next morning she went to the forum and posted it so everyone can read it.
The girl was me and I’m glad you’re here to read. Thank you!

According to Legend there was a child born to a Magmar and human who fell in love and where exiled from the cities and towns of both races. His mother a Magmar who was in danger of dying when a Gungl Scout attacked her village, his father in the area raiding the Gungl Camps and estimating the number of hostile Magmars in the area. His father rescued his mother and was exiled for saving a Magmar, his mother exiled for harboring a Human. His parents raised him, and through his parents he believed that the two races could work and live together as one. He learned to ride and befriend the Tigers and Zorbs that the races rode. As a child he learned about peace, he also learned how to fight as a young male of either race would. The boy had a talent of befriending wildlife he was skilled at mending the wounds of various animals and learned how to grow and harvest many plants.

As the boy grew up he was urged out of the lands of his parents and into the land of the Humans like his father, and the land of the Magmars like his mother. He was hated by both magmars and humans even though he could strike down any who opposed him for he was far stronger than either race. He refused to fight even the most hostile Magmar or Human. He wanted nothing but to bring peace to the realms of Faeo and he strove all his life to do so. He visited the Dragon Erifarius and was told that the a Gungl invasion was impending and that the Humans depended on him to fight the Invaders of Chaos, then Erifarius told him to visit his brother the Dragon Striagorn. He traveled to Striagorn and had to fight many Gungls who where invading Faeo. When he finally reached Striagorn he was told of his mother and the Gungls who had nearly killed her and his father and was told that if the Magmars where to live through this invasion they would need his help.

For the first time in Legend Erifarius and Striagorn put aside their differences for one battle, they bestowed their blessings upon one being. He led both Magmars and Humans into battle aided by Erifarius and Striagorn, they gave him a sword and armour unrivaled by any others in existence. With the help of the only Magmo-Human alive at the time, he brought a time of peace to Faeo. For a brief time the Magmars and Humans lived in peace, He was born of Legend and layed in Legend. He fought against all the odds and achieved briefly the dreams that his parents had bestowed in him. With his death came a striking pain in both races and the stitches that had mended the years of war where severed. Erifarius and Striagorn where torn by the Heroes death and the land was once again susceptible to the forces of Chaos which would bring the races together for short times to preserve their existence, their hope.

Approximately 515 words in this story. Thank you for reading it and considering it i hope you enjoyed it

this is short, i know, but i don't want to just type anything.


The Guild of Hunters



In the land of Faeo, there lives a man named Tiern, whom is brother to the Elder Baruron. He is a powerful and intelligent leader whom leads the clan called the Guild of Hunters who patrols the human lands protecting the weak from the creatures of the land and healing the injured. They also guard the lands from the human’s mortal enemies, the Magmars. An evil race intent of destroying the humans and ruling all of Faeo.


The guild has several powerful members in it, they are the Mighty Jakal, the Awesome Squigs, the Powerful Therra, the Wise Burke, and the Beautiful Eilistraee, they also have quite a few of up and coming hunters in the guild as well such as Calwred, Cooldaddy, Kriz, Wombatpurple and others.
They are allied with no one but are friendly to all the humans’ clans. They are always willing to lend a hand if someone asks for help.


They even once a month helps their mortal enemies, the Magmars when all of life's natural enemy shows up, The Forces of Chaos, This is the only time that they normally help the Magmars, the rest of the time they are fighting them.


The Hunters have a variety of specialists in their guild, ranging from the miner to the executioner. They can help and provide you with rocks, dust, plants and scrolls for a price.

This is a very good guild to be in, they help you grow and be a better player. You are never alone, because someone else is always on, to help with advice, moral support or just if you get a little over your head. Also being a clannie can help you get discounts on services and you can also get discounts for armor and weapons.


The hunters are a friendly helpful group that will lend you a hand if you need it, and I am glad to be a part of this fine guild.

Golem with living heart
Hundred years ago, in the earths of Hair lived valorous magmar. Its armour shoned under the sun of Feo, and the long sword killed people and monsters, protecting Dartrong from dangers. Honour surrounded it, heart of the soldier was hot and thirsted to live in all power - to fight, to get to itself honour and respect. He undertook any dangerous business. But it was not blood-thirsty - the life raged in it, leaving in fights and feasts. He thirsted for glories - but now nobody can recollect his name. Anonymous has came he in history - there were a lot of good soldiers and valorous fights after him, and the name of that warrior has been forgotten. But his acts did not become less brave and great becouse of it - and I will lead the story about him. For a long time magmars lodged on slopes of mountains Mentali. This place was not worse and was not better than any other. It was restless - as well as all open spaces of Khair. Dangerous monsters and retaliatory people disturbed these edges also - and magmars courageously struggled with them. But one night the terrible roar has not allowed to sleep to anybody in settlement Mentali. Bones of the Earth have dispersed, mountains produced from themselves clubs of the smoke which has hidden from magmars an event, and they have seen what has occurred, only when they have seen face to face new danger. Ancient mountains Mentali did not like inhabitants of the surface, and have maden from themselves golems, bearing death to all who will risk to appear in mountains. In gorge Gondi, the ancient Live rock has lodged , difference from ordinary gollems, allocated with will and centuries-old experience. Nobody knows, was it influenced on golems, or their existence has not been connected, but there are no doubts, that all of them were generated by stone roots of Khair. Life in settlment Mentaly has stopped. Magmars soldiers could not cope with stone bodies of golems, and blows of their hands were deadly. Collapses and eartquakes even more often began to occur. Magmars runned from those places in quieter places, and often retaliatory groups of Dartrong did not come back. It was the present disaster. And here, once, the hero of my story has returned from a long campaign from unknown earths and has heard about occurrence of golems on the earths of Khair. And he has started to gather in a campaign. Nobody from his friends has gone with him - fear for stone monsters, undestructable - usual steel can not stopped them, and many of them thought he will die in all variants of situation. Crying of relatives and his beloved spent him. But once having made the decision he remained it unshakable. In the strong armour protected runes sorcery, with magic elixirs on a belt, with a sharp sword and the big shield he has came out from gates of Dartrong. Two-day jorney was coming him to mountains Mentali. Weather was unfriendly, there was a strong rain, and a thunder warned the warrior from unreasonable acts. Doubts have crept in his soul, but energy and aspiration to glory extinguished reasonable impulses. By the third day of a jorney he has entered the gorge Gondi, empty and kept silence. The thunder rattled, lightnings sparkled, poured a rain and gorge was wet and unfriendly. The warrior ,ready to fight, went some hours along the gorge, constantly looking around in keeping a sword in readiness. He has reached the settlement Mentali, but mountains kept silence. Houses were empty, big part of them were filled up by rockfalls and destroyed whit eartquakes. Having bypassed settlement, the warrior has not found anything interesting. Charter after a long way, he has decided to stop in one of the left houses for the night. But he has not had time to approach to the nearest whole houses as the awful roar has deafened it. Near him the earth was opened wide, and huge boulders have accepted giant outlines, then in several places, near and further from the soldier. But not the fear has appeared on his face - but simplification - secrets for him were worse, than a difficult fight. Without a word, to what, possibly, golems are not capable, indestructible pieces of a granite, magic found ability to move, have moved on the warrior. Having lowered a visor, having taken cover a shield and having lifted his sword he has rushed in attack. Blow, another, and similarity of finiteness of the nearest golem has flown away. Blow of golem was so strong, that it was very hard for the warrior to place shield in his hand. As the huge weight has fallen on it. From following blow the soldier has evaded, and, it having appeared on some distance from suddenly accelerated golems, has drunk the most powerful elixir, available for him - elexir of invulnerability. As the hot wave has run on his body,his movements were unimaginably fast and exact, and blow of his sword dissected a stone on two halfs.One minute - and the warrior slightly rumpled, but healthy and full of strength stood among a heap of stones. But it was only the beginning. From different directions clay soldiers went down from hillsides to him. These giants were not so strong, as stone giants, but they were numerous and dexterous. Tens of them moved on the warrior, but he was protected by mighty magic and elixirs, instantly tightened its wounds. Fight went about 3 hours, and when the magic has run low, warrior has used last elexire, and the shield of the soldier was brocad and as piece of iron has dropped out from his hand, warrior falled on the earth, deprived of forces, and the consciousness has left him. But he was not killed. Mountains observed for him, and their consciousness, mighty and not representable to human reason, has estimated bravery of the warrior, and in inhuman to mind there was a terrible desire for the warrior - to make him the commander of army of stone soldiers. Clay hands have lifted the warrior and have incurred it to an earth sanctuary, in heart of mountains Mentaly. Terrible rituals were spent there, and words of the monstrous spell, wich were said not from magmar or human mouth, but sounded from mountains. And live heart of the brave warrior has found the new house in a body of the stone giant, strongest than other creations of mountains. The new being was not reasonable in full understanding of this word, but it possessed the person of the lost soldier, its heart and soul. But the plan of stone roots of Khair were not managed - mountains creature didnt hear their commands. And golems can not destroy him and, moreover, it possessed the inexplicable power over golems and has ruled them. Heart was living and thirsted to live - instead of to exist in a cold stone body. And a gusty soul ruled the stone giant there, where the soul aspired during lifetime - to glory and feats. And a rumour about the strange golem, attacked human settlements, destroying monsters on open spaces of Khair was far carried on the world. The soul thirsted for lives... But could not receive it, concluded in a dead cover. Memory, sometimes, came back to this being, and the aspiration to live slowly died away, there was a hatred and aspiration to revenge. And it has began never seing more deal. And golems, left from the control, operated the same colleague, only conducted by live heart, have started to destroy mountains Mentaly. A crumb behind a crumb - bones of Khair have become a dust in. Golems did not attack magmars more (except aggressive hunters behind treasures and other), and the settlement in mountains has revived. But the consciousness of mountains did not suit that the situation left from the control - and then the live rock has begun to move, and passing by travellers to receive the offer to bring to it live heart of the stone giant...
Relatives and friends never, any more, hear about this warrior, and his beloved has married on another magmar. And warriors name has been forgotten. But when the golem with human heart has died, and the gorge of Gondi has calmed down, among stones I have found a paper roll on which this history has been written...

The Invasion to Beat All Invasions AKA The Time When the Gungls Almost Won
The day of the battle dawned clear, and a bit chilly. I woke up late, and by the time I stumbled out on City Square, people were already rushing about making last minute preparations. Everywhere, people were checking that their backpacks had spaces, that their belts were full, that they had enough wraiths, and a million other little things that could go wrong at the most critical time.
Not long after greeting my friends I was approached with several reservations for blessings, and a request to stay on City Square until they came for those blessings.
I agreed, and they left, to prepare for the upcoming battle.
Soon, they arrived, asked for their blessings, thanked me and left. I stayed, waiting until everyone had their blessing.
I do not know exactly when the battle started, but maybe after a half of an hour, I decided to check on its proceedings. There was but an Exile and a gungl left, and the exile was down to three quarters life already. I grabbed my knuckleduster, checked that I had my elixir of giant and ran. I had no wish to miss the fight, and there was still some Exile left for me.
I ran through Hell's Pass, as if Demon Hounds were on my trail, and arrived on the Plateau of Silence out of breath. There wasn't much left to the poor Exile, maybe half life, although that still wasn't close enough to death for peace of mind, and the gungl died just as I joined the fight.
People started to grow bored, waiting for their turn at the Exile, and several Zigreds and Atshi Bats were thrown, to provide entertainment.
Then everything went to hell.
Just as people were getting comfortable, waiting for the Exile to die, a wave of gungls suddenly joined the fight, one after the other, almost too fast for the eye to see each new one. These weren't the comparatively low level gungls of before; these were level 10s, with weapons almost as large as their appetites for our demise. Then came the elementals, ones which I had only seen once before, when my father had been making his way through the Domain of the Fallen King Magish. And then we saw the Shamans. Tall, gangly and confident in themselves, their magic quite literally made them untouchable.
There were exclamations of horror all around. Where had they come from? How were we going to beat them? And, most importantly, what must this fight look like on the map?
There seemed to be no end to them, whereas before we had been outnumbering them, they now outnumbered us, by almost two hundred. We were in a tactical disadvantage, there were more of them, they were bigger, hit harder, and, as we learned later, they were able to duplicate themselves through a spell when their life got low.
We fought bravely, called friends, and unbelievably, somehow got their number down to where they were outnumbering us by maybe one hundred, maybe a little less.
By then, our dragon was dying, enemy swords sticking out of his wings, the air filled with charred flesh of alien monsters. Striagorn looked around, and seeing as there was no hope at all for us, as even though we had lowered their number, our had been almost wiped out as well, and called to his sister, Erifarius, to come help. He died soon after.
We fought, for what else could we do? We would die, yes, but we would take our enemies with us.
We fought on, grimly, hoping against hope that someone might save us. More and more of us were dying, our friends and clan mates dying along with us, and the monsters still kept coming, sometimes one, sometimes three, threatening to overwhelm us in a sea of green and bad body odor.
All sense of time was lost to us, all we saw were the monsters and an ever-looming death.
Erifarius came at some point, snapped up two monsters in her huge jaws and tossed them against the cliffs. A few more were burned, and several were used as a nail file.
I remember seeing Bacik, Nosf, and Reggie there as well, but they were gone almost as soon as they came, making us unsure if they had been there at all, or if we had blinked.
After their deaths, came a huge wave of fresh fighters, from magmar and human lands alike, fighters that we had thought were inexistent, that everyone available had already come and gone. But, we were thankful for their help nonetheless, we were beating them back, slowly but surely, but at great costs to ourselves.
I know not when we started really winning, but at some point I looked up and saw only a few monsters left. The Shamans, once you got past their magic shields were not that tough to kill, though they were stubborn as mules, not willing to give us victory until they had breathed their last breath.
Soon, only three gungls were left. All on the Plateau waited with bated breaths. Too late, they became five. They were finally killed, one stubborn, or stupid, one left, with maybe half of his life. All were yelling encouragements. Kill it! Kill it, quickly, before it replicates!! Unbelievably, the fighter waited till the last possible second, till we were all nearly groaning at the prospect of three more gungls, when, suddenly, there was no one there. We had, unbelievably, won, destroyed the toughest invasion thus far!!

The second thing he noticed was a weird taste on the mouth. Like buterflies and copper. But that was after he feel like the world exploted and he born again in a flash of pain.Only a few moments later he dare to open his eyes and begin to realized his luck run out and he is alive and not in hell like for a moment he was wishing for.
Almost naked with a leather short and a small bag in his hands, his expectations of a bright future banished before started.
Felt a soft kick in his side and swing the head trying to reach the source of his new afliction. "Are you right??" ask a tall woman in a amazing and dazling battle gear shimmering in the soft light of the sunset.
Quick he stand forgotten his pitty aspect and ask "Hola, podrias decirm..." and felt a new meaning of the term pain when his head and his mouth exploded in a breeze of agonny. Speechles he felt in his knees .... the only thing in his head was the words pouiring in his brain "How dare you speaking that filthy thing.It's highly offensive... IF you want to comunicate, spoke the lenguage of the civilizated people. The least you can do its read the rules writted in the board in the middle of the settlement or you think they are there for everyone else except you??".
The pain only allowed him to nood a bit and felt even worst when she start to laugh "Dont be such a baby, that was just a warning.If you are the measure of the new recruits, Faeo is lost. Stand tall and go outside of the tent and be ready the world and his perils".
More because of the sardoninc remarks than anything else he grumply reach the outside of the tent.
Lot of people a gruesome beasts everywhere but none pay any attention to the newcomer.He also view others in the same pittyfull aspect but some of them have a air of confidence.
"Listen newbies first of all never talk to others in public in any lenguage than the mighty tonge of our city or should be punished accord with the mood of the guards.Use the gold given for the generosity of the recruiters of our beloved city and cover your back, because since now you belong to force who defend Faeo from any danger big and small"
After all that was the meaning of that small bag in wich a few pieces of silvers and a lot of coppers lies inside he suddendly realize. He wasnt remember volunteer to any army but when he try to recalll anything his head hurts him more. Bloddy generosity indeed think to himself when the hunger make him went to the shop to buy some food.... Hard choice to make; or peace his bellie or cover his body.
Reaching for some food he was shoved to a side by a pack of warriors who buy a huge amount of food.His head rushed with blood and start to hurt even more. Forgotten his food he reach for the weapon part of the store and wen outside to challenge them all but quickly he realized his foolish bravado when he saw them playing with rats the size of a ground up kid armed with knifes.Using such wonders moves they dispaching them with a few quick strokes.
He smile thinking how dificult was for him his new outfit and how he cant swing well his hatchet decided to spear their lives and find a trainer to learn to defend himself.
Noticing a small of people dressed in similar fashion like him gathered around a huge warrior with a emblem resembling a griphon with the wings semiopen.
The warrior smile and a new scar apears in his map of wars and battles what use for face."Listen apes, if you want to survive more of 1 minute fighting rats or dogs you need not only to buy some equipment and some potions; you need to learn to use a weapon. First stand firmly in your feets and see your foe eyes or what you think their eyes are.... Jajaja. Then use this move or this other or this....everyone of you need to find out what fit well for you to maximage the damage" and when he was saying that show the same and simmilar moves the party of warriors use before but in a very slow motion.
That was a few hours well spended, he thought. At least he knew was ready to kill some of those huge rats what infested that forsaken place. A smart move because he already saw what hapens to those who charge them berserk style hoping a lucky swing to slay the foul beasts. Not only saw them afterward limping in this crippled members also hearing screaming for helaers gold or pieces of equipments to replace the busted ones.
"Noobs" think for himself right after he felt in a ambush from 2 children sized rats and 2 oversized rats with higher stamina.
A day later when he woke up in the same tent that before he start to spite blood for a few hours until he found a careless healer who quickly cure his afliction.
At his feets he amazed found the loot of that wretched fight; a few coins of silver and a buckler with a note atached to it what say " Next time try to hunt one rat at the time, Noob"

THE PATH OF VALOUR
There once was a young magmar born from the fire of Striagorn and his name was Fier. Fier started out as a novice at rank just like everyone else. This man Fier decided to take the valour path by doing instances whenever possible in doing so it started when he reached enough valour and then 8000 of your valour points were used to obtain the rank of Soldier. He was now a higher rank he kept doing instances and not fighting so we would not get exp then in a matter of time 30000 of your valour points were used to obtain the rank of Fighter boom he was another rank higher now working on agudars feats he grew from valour and was doing reputation quests to get reputation and get all his medals. Once Fier finished some of agudars feats boom once again 114000 of your valour points were used to obtain the rank of Warrior. Once again Fier grew stonger going up in the charts for Best Fighters. Fier had worked so hard by this time he had finished all of agudars feats and had a few medals already and then he got another rank You have exchanged 396000 valour for the rank of Elite Warrior. Fier could now access the arsenal which was a place for all the valour players he got his elite warrior belts and set off to get more valour. Everyone stood in awe not long after Fier had gone up in lvl he was now lvl 6 and had gotten the next rank of champion all he read was You have exchanged 300000 valour for the rank of Champion. Fier has been fighting everywhere he can for valour and now he has more badges and he now had arsenal armor. Time later he went on to the next rank You have exchanged 400000 valour for the rank of Gladiator. He now had access to the Jaguar Swords from the arsenal he now had some of the best armor available. Now that he had gladiator he focused on leveling up pretty soon he was level 7 and a top executioner in the magmar land. As level 7 he took advantage of the triple valour tournaments and participated in all that he could even in leather he still killed many humans and raised his executioner level to get his valour. Before people in all the land knew it he had gained the next rank and he read you have exchanged 500000 valour for the rank of Captain. Everyone was amazed they had not seen anyone accomplish this rank and Fier had gone up the charts to the Top of the list. Once again Fier set out to get experience to level up he might hate it but it was necessary to get his next rank once he got to lvl 8 then he fought more and reached level 9 it was a hard road but then all of a sudden he surprised again once again Fier had gotten yet another rank You have exchanged 600000 valour for the rank of War Master. Now Foer really was at the top nobody in this land had achieved that rank he especially now had even more access to the arsenal armor he now had all his Jaguar set except for the helmet and he is now working on getting the next rank so he can get his Jaguar set and truly have his full set. Till this day Fier stands at the top of the charts. Fier chose the path of valour which many of us higher level Humans and Magmars wish we would have taken to maybe had accomplished the same thing he did but we did not and some of us don’t wish to start again. He showed he knew the right choice to take it was his path. He now takes valour from killing humans and instances at level 9-10 he is always prepared with blessings and he has many strategies to win the battlefield. I have personally been in battlefields with him and from my personal experience from being in those battlefields with him I know how he plays and strategizes the whole thing we won thanks to him and everyone participating and listening to him. Now many people have chosen to follow the path of valour from what Fier has accomplished and with this they hope they can reach the same rank Fier has achieved now he will keep getting valour and get the top ranks. Fier has been an inspiration for people and he shows he can stand his ground even against all the odds in the land. This is why I write about Fier and inspiration for all the valour players who have chosen the same path that fier has chosen. Now Fier is has been in this land of the magmars for a while he will tell everyone how to do instances and why People shloud take the path of valour if they want access to the best of armour it is essential that u have higher ranks like he has done and it is remarkable what he has done and is a piece of history for doing all this and him being the first and being at the top of the charts. He will keep it up as long as he plays. This is the Story of Fier.

Moonwalkertheres only 772 words in there.

Chapter 1: The Beginning
Once upon a time in the land of Faeo lived the rulers, Reggie Chiefstan, Grumpy Bear, Warlord Metalex, and General Ricowolf. All four of them once had an idea, "What if we made a land, where all races rule." So they did, and that land is called "Faeo". There were two races created upon this world that only wish to fight and see the suffering of other people. The most suffering race is the Magmar, they live in fire and hate, while the Human race lives in peace and joy.

Chapter 2: The Invasion
The Human Land is a wonderful place to be, before the magmar raid began. The Magmar, fierce and horrific, slayed the humans, -Infamous- had 400 human slays at only the level 4. Fier, the king of jaguars, and River_Diss the murderer both group to conquer the world. "Watch Out!" yelled TANGOO as Striagorn washes down city square with his killing fire and the raid of magmars. The ultimate players run to Plateau of Silence as the dragon battle goes on for centuries. The players, brave and strong, do not survive the raid. Out of 400 humans, they all die, the magmars win once again.

Chapter 3: The Laws and Dungeons
One the human and magmar land was put together, the laws where then created. Ones who did not wish to follow them were thrown into the dungeon. Many people are now in there because of guards. Some people were mistakenly put in there. Some were framed, some were multiuse and some were traitors. Ones who dare to speak out when the ultimate rulers were speaking, that person would pay the price, severely. Ones that broke chat rules or even yell a whole sentence, would be silenced.
Chapter 4: The Ultimate Players
Fier, TANGOO, Kingpin, Connyfox, Megaunique, and Skellington, all fought for the win, the winner Kingpin kicked fier into a wall as he slammed connyfox into skellington with his hammer repeatedly. Megaunique used a shadow spell on Kingpin and it sent Kingpin into the sky and as he was coming down he slammed megaunique into the ground. Fier got up and stabbed KingPin in the back. Kingpin fell to the ground. He grabbed fier’s swords and stabbed them in fier’s throat. Kingpin was able to heal himself. Kingpin rushed to city square on his luan with fractures. Katheryn was able to heal him for free. Kingpin would have won the tournament. He won Assassin’s Battle Axe, 40g, and unlimited elixirs of any kind for free.
Chapter 5: Bloodbath
BOOM! Went the gizedor’s ruins as they were bombed with fire. Gungl General and his Gungl Soldiers joined against the humans in the never-ending dragon battle. Humans and magmars fight for freedom as each brave soldier level 3+ defend their race. Erifarius struck the Plateau of Silence as the warriors fight striagorn and the gungl army. They all have a tough time, some survive, some dead. Humans were losing, Dracomeander came to the rescue. He wipes out 3 gungl exiles and gungl general who has 100hp left. It was the largest battle even in Faen history.
Chapter 6: The Healing
In city square, the warriors who fought and survived were taken to Samuel for special healing, it was a tough time for those who fought, especially Kingpin. “We thank all the brave soldiers who fought to destroy the magmars and the gungl army” said Elder Baguron. “but I am afraid, we lost.” All the healers rushed to city square immediately so the healing can begin.
Chapter 7: The End(not really)
“RAWWWWWWR!” yelled erifarius as he is stabbed in the heart by Reggie Chiefstan. Fier unseaths his swords, he walks up to Warlord Metalex and slices off his head leaving nothing but a body. “AGH!”
yelled warlord metalex. MEGATRON slices General Ricowolf in half as general Ricowolf yells in pain. Fier and MEGATRON curse all the humans with gehenna hexes and balls and chains on their legs. Reggie Chiefstan creates of 2 new rulers in replacement of Alex and Rico. Bacik and Nosf. Bacik and Nosf, one human, one magmar. Nosf with the rest of the human side cannot defeat the magmars anymore. Whats This?
Chapter 8: The Real End
Nosf slices off Bacik’s head and Dracomeander and level 11’s destroy reggie chiefstan. “AAAGH”said the rulers. ”FOR BAGURON!!!!!”yelled all the humans. Humans and Magmars clashed. Megatron blew a raging burst of fire at skellington. Skellington shot a shadow spell which engulfed megatron. Megatron was down, for good. Fier sliced skellington in his legs. Skellington was down, for now. Fier was shot with a water spell which went into his heart and he died. “ENOUGH!” yelled baguron. Elder Baguron slams his fist in the ground as all the magmars in city square incinerate. Humans were the notorious and victorious winners.

806 words exactly. hope u all enjoyed it